*COMPLETED* (18+) MATURE
Wrong number...usually a person would delete the number, right? A mistaken text leads to blood money and danger. Chris Johnson, a gender fluid male, receives a text from a mystery guy who shares a card number. Aware that i...
On a purple bed, I order jeans, shirts, sexy underwear, jackets, and eyeliner on my phone. My cart equals out to $200 worth of items. Thank you, hack site! Just by entering the card number, CVV and expiration date, I received the routing and account number, all for the cost of a $60 service fee. I add more random items in my amazon cart, feeling like royalty.
Should I slow down? Ummm...
NOPE!
I scroll the cart, reviewing house shoes, sleep gowns, makeup brush sets, and tube socks. When I try to check out, immediately my phone screen switches to an incoming call. Absentmindedly, I answer, too annoyed to read the caller ID.
It could be no one else but Sam.
"Sam, leave me alone."
"I'm tracking you." A deep voice threatens.
My eyes widen, I hang up fast and lock my phone, readying myself to throw it...shit, I don't have another backup! My phone rings again, causing me to jump off the bed. I let it ring. Thinking. Oh, fuck, now what? I'm going to jail na. No, I'm too queen for that. I fight my fear and answer the call. "Okay, I'll stop now."
A long pause from the other end makes me uneasy. As if a monster is listening. The skin of my neck trickles with chilly bumps. "No! You don't walk away, asshole! I have your address!"
"Yeah? Well, fuck you! You pussy ass motherfucker!"
The guy exhales longingly. "It's your funeral." He hangs up.
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